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TDM 001!!
A) MAY I OFFER U PIE IN THIS TRYING TIME(GARDEN LEVEL)
[OOPS YOU DIED. WELCOME TO THE GARDEN OF GOOD AND EVIL. If you're new here, have a sheep cherub or imp slap a "HI MY NAME IS--" sticker on you, and frantically explain "DON'T WORRY, WE'RE WORKING ON IT, WE'LL HAVE YOU OUT HERE....AT...SOME POINT..." Wack. Also, you may noticed that your body may or may not have changed. What's up with that??? Who cares, at least you have as spiffy new cell phone! You're also told you're free to take the elevators up to Heaven or down to Hell. Good luck!
In the mean time--join the garden party that's going on! Or at least, it seems like a party?? Except all they are serving is pie. Apple pie. Blueberry pie. The classics. For you more Carnivorous types, there's stuff like mince pie, and...the name is smudged, but maybe don't eat that one unless you're a cannibal.
But along with a variety of normal pies, if you accidentally eat a weird pie, your character might experience the following:
Vinegar Pie - It's tasty but suddenly you're compelled to blurt out an Insult or ruthlessly tease the next person you see.
"Sweet" Potato - If you're a normally grumpy or aggro character, this pie will suddenly make you want to be more affectionate! This can be anything from wanting to hold hands or saying genuine nice things.
Humble Pie - Suddenly you feel complimenting or praising others and might downplay your own achievements, or insult yourself.
You can probably shake off the effects, but hey. Free pie!! ]
[TIME TO EXPLORE. Today in the Hell Level, the Hotel (Ho-hell? Helll-tel? Okay just Hotel) it's time for spring cleaning! Wait, didn't they just have that? An Imp says yes, but this is a different type of cleaning. Time to TAKE OUT THE TRASH!!!!
Which is to say, out of no where you might receive a PUNCH in the face by a local, or an imp! If the latter it's like being bapped by a sick little lamb. Still, even if a local punches you, you suddenly heal immediately? That's right, TODAY ONLY, this is a 'get into a scrap injury free' spring holiday, and you can rough house as much as you want with each other today in the Hotel, and NO DAMAGE will remain! Ever wanted to get cut in half and suddenly stitch back together? WELL TODAY'S YOUR LUCKY DAY.
If you're not into PG rated guro however, why don't you try exploring:
-The clubs! The nightlife in hell is FANTASTIC and genuinely fun!
-Games! Along with casinos galore, there are also normal arcades! Any game you can imagine, it exists.
-Or explore parts of Hell's Hotel that don't involve getting into a dogpile! ]
C) MARCH COMES IN LIKE....(HEAVEN LEVEL)
[TODAY IN HEAVEN THOUGH, there are advertisements for the ZOO!! A zoo in heaven?? Fuck yea!! But when you get there you see nothing but...........lions. And lambs. Just, everywhere. They aren't fighting though, but being super cute and soft and have tiny wings. You can pet them and pick them up--well the lambs at least. The lion might crush you. But you're dead anyway so give it a shot champ!!
Local angels explain that every 'spring' the zoo does this, and it's a sign of good fortune! You might wonder why you need good fortune in Heaven, but fuck it, when it Rome!! If you stick around long enough the zoo will change back to 'normal' and you can find other animals to gawk at.
If zoos aren't your thing though, check out heaven's:
-BEACH!! How is there an ocean and sandy white beach in the sky! Who cares, it's heaven! Beach episode time!
-Coffee shops! There are no coffee shops in hell! LIVE YOUR COFFEE AU DREAMS.
-Or just explore the Heavenly hotel in general!]
D) WILDCARD
[DO WHATEVER ELSE or send text messages on your phone!! ]
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What are you talking about, I don't—
[ wait. wait, people can come from different times to this place, right? ]
Oh, ████.
[ mammon's from before fizz quit. but... oz isn't here. isn't that a good thing? mammon made his life (worse than) hell, but he'd be even more horrible if he knew (how) fizz quit without oz here to stop him, right?
fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
think fast, think fast, think fast— ]
I, uh— I died! I'm sorry Mammon, one of uh, one of my fans got into my dressing room while I was getting ready and just...
[ he makes a 'pow' sound with his mouth while miming shooting a gun at his own head. this is a totally normal lie to tell. his tail is curled so tightly around his legs that there's a little grating sound from where they're pressed too close to one another at about his knees.
why did he ever, ever think mammon had his best interests at heart? ]
And then I got stuck in Heaven, see?! [ he flicks his own halo, ha ha ha ha. ] And I couldn't leave. They still won't let me leave. I tried, I swear. I had the best act I've ever done lined up because I wanted to make you proud. And also lots of money!
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[ Lie better, you little shit. The only thing that saves him from Mammon catching onto the lie is the fact that he is censored.. is what he would like you to believe. With two hands still firmly planted on his shoulders, he looks down at him like he just grew a second head. His grip on him is also tightening, fingers digging into the juncture between the prosthetics and the scar tissue. ]
Who told ya you could die?! [ .. yeah, Mammon, because people have a say in shit like this. ] Who did it? Fuckin' little [ HONK ]! Who's gonna headline now? Dead Fizzie's aren't gonna sell for shit. I mean, maybe there's a necro market, I dunno. We can tap into that later.
[ Yep. Not once does he ever show any sympathy for this supposed death, he is much more concerned with how the business scales are going to tip following this bombshell. After crunching the numbers, because he is so good at math, one hand pats one of Fizz's shoulders. If anyone else had done it, it might have been a comforting gesture. ]
You're dead there, not here, my boy! [ And now he's getting hugged rather forcefully as he continues to rattle on about these newfound plans. ] A venue, a few hungry bums willing to work for scraps. It's your bog standard now but think of the fans, Fizzie, they're gonna love ya! Show 'em the act the fans paid for; nothing would make me prouder. [ Read: richer. ]
What d'ya say?
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Every ounce, every drop of freedom that fizz ever felt after quitting is pouring out of him and he wants to sink into the ground, to disappear forever, and every word mammon says makes it worse and worse. he's not surprised mammon won't even let him rest while he's dead, but it still stings.
he doesn't say anything at all because his breathing is catching over and over, speeding up, dragging him right into a full-blown panic attack—until mammon says what d'ya say and it stops abruptly as something in him snaps.
his breathing evens out, he squares his shoulders, and he tilts his head, a faint jingle from his hat a harbinger for what comes next. in fact, he even sneers. ]
No.
[ that's it. just the one word.
what's mammon gonna do, kill him again? and if so, sure! people don't stay dead here, and even dying (over and over, probably) is preferable to what mammon is suggesting.
so he stands his ground. ]
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[ His initial reaction is to laugh in his face, Mammon has had a number of years to exploit Fizz and watch him grow as a performer. Maybe he is still acclimating to this new Hell and he misunderstood. He pretends to clear out one of his ears because he is certain he is hearing shit, as he believes his mental hold on the imp to be absolute.
Nonetheless, his grip tightens on him as that rage begins to creep into the picture. ]
Once a clown, always a clown, eh, Fizzie? For a sec there, it sounded like you told me no.
[ He allows him a moment of respite once he lets go of his shoulders but it's only so he can hoist him up by his collar, his fingers managing to dig into a wing as well, and pull him forward so they're eye level. Mammon might be smiling but there is no kindness behind it, the multiple sets of glowing green eyes are even making an appearance. The longer he looks into his face, the angrier he gets, so he eventually prods at his chest with the tip of his cane. Even now his tone reflects the "doting guardian" he pretended to be at the start, a sharp contrast to the physical pain. ]
And you wouldn't do that, would ya, my boy? Not this close to the finale.
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he does yelp when he's yanked up by the collar, when fingers dig hard into his wing. it flaps helplessly, unable to do much of anything; that's a new form of pain, one he isn't used to and he squirms, his teeth grit hard to keep from making another sound, from being something pathetic that mammon can manipulate again.
he's terrified, actually, even though he told himself he wouldn't be. mammon right in his face, mammon with too many eyes, the cane in his chest, the sin's syrupy tone he always used when he was using and abusing the imp just to make a quick buck.
his legs are dangling and he swings them hard, planting them both on mammon's chest and shoving, using the extension ability to push himself further away from mammon. if it works at all he knows it's not going to work well: he's just an imp, mammon is a sin for fuck's sake, but it's something, it's more rebellion, it's all he has left. ]
Did you know people come here from different points in the timeline? If you'd come from forty-five minutes later, you'd know I already told you to ████ off! I had a whole song and dance routine and I'm not going to repeat it, but the gist is this: here's my two minute's notice. ████ off and die for all I care, Mammon, you sack of ████. You're a ██████ clown, you always have been, I'm better than you ever were, and the people love me, not you. All that money is because of me. You need me, I don't need you. None of those people are going to like a different act half as much as they love me and you know it.
[ another breath. it doesn't shake. ]
So yeah, I said no. ████ you.
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The pain from losing one before surely isn't creeping into the back of his mind right now. He is allowed roughly thirty seconds to absorb the information given to him and in those thirty seconds, only two emotions cross his face: shock and rage. The latter is an expression Fizz knows all too well, he was treated to it when Mammon lost his shit and transformed.
But it's different here. There's no crowd clamoring for Fizz's attention, no seats to be filled with bodies and no one to stop him from paying it forward right here and now. With that said, one of his arms snap forward to grab ahold of one of the legs against his chest and pull sharply, like pulling the wings off of a fly. ]
You stupid little [ HONK ]!
Didn't think it through, did ya, mate? Oz isn't here to fix you up if you break— [ to prove his point, he twists at the leg again, using a third arm to grab the other one. ] I made you, I gave you the stage! Where else would ya be, Fizzie? Rotting away at that shithole circus as a limbless clown? You never would've met him, yeah? [ He might notice that Mammon is starting to get larger, though nothing like the creature at the pageant. ]
You don't need me?
[ There's a shift in his expression, a cruelty he's never shown him before. It's at this point that he decides to collect a parting gift from his former protege, call it his cut after their final curtain call. Without assistance, he is about to lose one of his wings, as his voice booms out: ]
No one walks away from me, you little shit!
mild gore? eye stuff? idk. dont look at me
see, the good thing about having robot limbs?
they don't feel anything. normally this is a shitty hand to be dealt, but right now? fucking great. it means fizz can't feel all the shit mammon's doing with his legs, and even if they come off (please don't come off) it won't hurt. ]
Just—just because he's not here this very second doesn't mean he's not here at all, ███clown! Do you really want to risk it? And you know what? If I'd never met you, at least there wouldn't be ████ing sex robots of me everywhere when I didn't want them made, you absolute ████ing freak!
[ his breath is starting to come in harsh pants: he's not crying, he's forcing himself not to cry, but he's shaking and he can feel his wing creaking at the joint in a way that makes him feel like he's going to puke everywhere.
it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter at all. ]
I don't care! I don't care what you want, I'd rather die than work for you again, ████ you, ████ you, ████ you!
[ and he makes a really, really stupid decision in the heat of the moment.
he spits in mammon's face.
which, frankly, has got to be enough to mean that there's no one in hell fast enough to save fizz's wing, which gets ripped out in a spray of—gold? wow, fucked up, actually! damn!
the thing is.
the thing is, getting your wing ripped out hurts different from getting blown up or being on fire. it's nothing he's ever felt before, it's searing, it's enough to—
—he screams. no, shrieks at the top of his lungs, hands reaching out, arms extending to try and shove his thumbs into two of those too-many eyes, but he's practically blinded by the pain so he probably misses. ]
I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT CLOWN!
[ oh. oh wow, he got so mad it got through the censoring. ]
I'm looking respectfully
Then there's a scream that he's heard too much in nightmares and old memories and Blitzø is running before he has a chance to even think about it. It's pure fear that drives him, shoving his way through the crowd until he spots a too-large shape that seems like it's somewhere between Mammon's two forms and...
And the much smaller shape danging from his hand. Bleeding and fighting for his life.
He sees red and without even thinking about it, Blitzø leaps and climbs Mammon, hauling himself up so he can lock his legs around the Sin's neck from behind and raise his angelic dagger to start stabbing at his eyes and face.]
Get your fucking hands off of him, you overused jizzrag!
[He doesn't care about what happens next, his focus solely on forcing Mammon to release Fizz and give the imp a chance to escape.]
I'm kinda har-- oop, bad time?
[ The fact that Fizz struggles as wildly as he does amuses him to no end because he is A Deadly Sin, The King of Greed, and here is this imp wiggling around like a worm on a hook. The arms might protect him temporarily, but they are only delaying the inevitable, any chance he had at getting out of this unscathed went out the window the moment he spit in his face.
To add insult to injury, he waggles the wing above his head, spraying him with the golden blood flowing from the end. ]
You dropped something. Sit still, yeah? Gotta make some room for that spine you decided to grow overnight!
[ And that's when Mammon learns the hard way that things have changed. He is so blinded by his rage that he's already grabbing for the second wing when Blitzø appears on the scene. The feeling of something against his back has him stopping short of actually grabbing the other wing but he hasn't released Fizz yet. Not until that blade sticks in his left eye and has him stumbling back with a howl. Only then does he drop the clown, using one blood-caked hand to reach behind him and grab for Blitzø's tail.
If Mammon gets it, his heroics will be rewarded by him being whipped around and flung into the nearest wall. Either way, one of his other hands grasps at his face, that wicked smile nearly unhinged. ]
You're gonna regret that.
[ Plumes of green smoke are already starting to seep out of mouth, out of the holes currently peppering his face. He actually laughs, stretching two arms out to either side. Two imps taking on him? Him? Mammon? Not fucking likely. He might have stopped growing but he still towers over them both, voice commanding the respect he is unlikely to receive today. ]
Feeling good about the odds, are ya? So was he.
[ ... and he promptly throws Fizz's severed wing at Blitzø's feet. ]
we dont judge here
—but blitzø is there, blitzø is stabbing the absolute fuck out of mammon and fizz topples through midair, too discombobulated to catch himself as he lands in a pile on the ground. he tries to stand but one leg is completely offline while the other sparks dangerously from the treatment mammon gave it. fixable, he hopes, but not something that can be done immediately.
but the one that's just off... he snaps into cognizance again already in the process of trying the little tricks he uses when a leg goes haywire but not broken, smacking it where it connects, twisting it to make sure it's in the right spot. he's not even aware he's crying now, sobbing really, big gulping breaths making his chest hitch over and over.
he just talked a big game about being able to go out by himself and take care of himself and this is immediately what happened. and now blitzø is in danger too! fuck!
he shudders when his severed wing slaps onto the ground in front of the other imp, and he should do so many things, he should fucking grovel so at least he can try to force blitzø to—
—to leave him there.
isn't it funny? isn't it so goddamn motherfucking funny that he wants blitzø to bail on him but he knows now that he won't? fuck! they're both gonna die and it's gonna be fizz's fault!
he starts to laugh suddenly, high-pitched and hysterical, and he drags himself up by using his arms wrapped around a light pole. he wobbles and his legs are at weird, useless angles, but he's not sprawled on the ground. ]
Mammon, I hope that when you die, it's because you got so engrossed in sniffing your wads of cash while jerking off that when you shoot your load and moan out money, you inhale the ████ing bills and choke on them.
[ i beg your—i beg your pardon? ]
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The sound he makes is an inhuman shriek of rage and he's moving again. At this point he can't even register what either of them is saying, his focus is just on returning the damage. He knows as well as Fizz does that this isn't going to end well, but there's still some vague hope that he can draw the worst of the focus and give his friend a chance to escape.
His gun is out and firing at Mammon as Blitzø darts towards him, coming from the opposite direction of where Fizz is, forcing the Sin to choose a target. He knows his bullets aren't likely to do shit, but it's a distraction as he darts in close and slashes at Mammon's tiny stupid fucking legs with his angelic blade, hoping he can maybe get the Sin on the ground or get behind him. He's relying purely on speed and distraction and knows that neither are guaranteed to work in his favour.]
Fizz! Get the fuck out of here!
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If his earlier cry was inhuman then the one Mammon lets out is a step or two above it. The frustration and unfamiliar, painful sensations ripping through his body are enough to make him realize he needs to whip out the big guns. Fast. One last stand before he inevitably slinks away to lick at his wounds. ]
He’s not going anywhere with those legs, neither are you. Should’ve taken care of you at the gate, you fucking [ HONK ]!
[ Blitzø has him crouched on one knee but he ought to savor the moment as long as he can because, after trying to stand up again and finding he can’t, Mammon lets out frustrated scream that reverberates off the walls before seeming to do his disappearing act.
But he hasn’t disappeared, perhaps Fizz can warn him before a flurry of spider-like appendages explode out of the cloud. In his rage he isn’t even aiming precisely, he is going for any piece of the imp he can get at this point. An eye for an eye, as it were.
He wants his attention? He has it. All of it. ]
What’ll you do, then? You gonna be the big fuckin’ hero or are ya gonna let him bleed out? Not gonna lie, he’s looking a little green.
[ Self-preservation at its finest, the idea of sticking around and having the dumpster diver hack away at him when he is unaware of his freshly acquired limits is about as off putting as taking a sick day. ]
Tick tock, boy.
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anyway, as soon as mammon 'disappears,' fizz is shouting. ]
Look out! He's not going anywhere!
[ it's hoarse but loud, enough to get the point across a split-second before those spidery limbs shoot out. even though he can tell it's not targeted, not aimed anywhere in particular, he panics (again) and slams the side of his fist into the junction of where metal leg meets organic thigh and the lights at the joint shudder once, twice, before lighting up.
thank fuck. ]
Having trouble without all your powers, Mammon? Did no one tell you that you're not as strong as you are back home?
Well, get ████ed!
[ he's too far away to do much, just out of reach of his arms, so he holds onto the pole with one arm and limp-drags himself closer behind the sin, just enough so that he can extend his other arm to its limit and wrap it around all those spidery little stabbers to tighten them together and keep them from moving as he yanks them down toward the ground.
sure, he still feels like he's gonna puke or pass out or both and there are gold splatters all over the ground around him (and on his face, and torso, and everywhere from when mammon shook the wing), but at least he can do something. ]
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The attack isn't targeted, but a limb catches him in the shoulder with a sickening, meaty thunk and Blitzø snarls wordlessly. It hurts like a bitch and for all it seems like a convenient target, his knife slides off the metallic surface harmlessly.
Blitzø has enough time to figure that he's probably done now and glances over to where Fizz is... standing up and dragging Mammon's limbs together like some weird fucking lasso of arms?? It drags the one in his shoulder free and Blitzø staggers, turns it into a run for Fizz.]
Fizz we have to get you the fuck out of here!
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God-fucking-dammit!
[She slams on the brakes and her car comes to a screeching halt. She's got to do something about this - Blitzo is security staff and Fizzarolli is talent as well as a prospective business partner. She can't let anyone, not even a Sin, get away with fucking with her business assets.
Still, though, Mammon is the ruler of the Greed Ring. Hardly a pushover. The handgun in her purse isn't going to kill him. It's a high enough caliber that it may do some damage, but nothing that will do more than slow him down.
/Think, Velvette, think./
The only thing that comes to mind is using his own greedy nature against him. So when she hops out of the car, she wraps a scrunchie with a shiny gold clip around a wad of bills and loudly hollers out an announcement.]
ATTENTION BITCHES, BROS AND NON-BINARY HOS! FREE MONEY! RIGHT HERE! FREE MONEY! COME AND GET IT!
[She holds the bundle up as high as she can and waves it around to make sure Mammon can't possibly miss it, then pitches it as far away from her car as she can muster. Mammon had better hurry over, because there are plenty of locals who are scrambling in that direction, eager for free money.]
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[ Of course he's having some trouble, you little fuck. The nerve of some people, trying to fell a guy like this was some kind of David and Goliath rip-off. Would it make money? Maybe. It's not a completely shit concept, the sick fucks in Hell always did dig a little gore. He's about midway through his musings, having expected the pair to just stumble off, but then one of them has to swing his dick around. Or, rather, his robotic limbs. Mammon hits the dirt hard but jerks his head around to glare at him. ]
You little shit! I was willing to let ya walk away, you're testing my patience, boy! The only one who's gonna get fucked is—
[ And then, like an angel descending from the heavens above, a fat wad of cash is raining down. So here he is, kiddies, the man, the myth, the legend: Mammon! Who is launching himself skyward the second Fizz releases his legs, only to inevitably bellyflop atop of a bunch of imps who had the nerve to wiggle out of the shadows to try and claim his prize for themselves. Not only will they have the pleasure of witnessing the Sin do a happy little jig once he has collected all the cash, but they'll also be able to see the carnage caused by those metallic legs when they actually have a target in mind. ]
Fuck you, you stupid [ HONK ]! Did you think you were gonna take this from me? Mammon?!
[ In a fair fight, powers capped or otherwise, he would have destroyed them in a fight. At least that's what he'll tell his publicist when the rights to his new book finally drop. He's no runner, he simply found something more suited to his interests at the time. Either way, he turns that wicked cheshire grin on the car and its soon-to-be occupants while letting out a booming bit of laughter. Really, he can't wait for the next time.
Next time? He'll be taking more than wing. ]
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blitzø got hurt because of him. protecting fizz. because fizz couldn't fucking play along with mammon for ten fucking minutes until he could get oz to where he was.
it's the shriek of tires that finally drag him out of it, that have him grabbing for blitzø's good shoulder as soon as he's close enough, eyes wild and frantic. ]
We have to—
[ wait, that's velvette? she's—
—shit, fuck, he doesn't need to get someone else on mammon's shit list. but since it's money and she's throwing it where mammon can get it, maybe it's fine? it's probably fine. mammon loves money more than anything else.
he realizes, belatedly, that he's dissociating again. he snaps himself out of it and turns to haul ass toward the car as best he can with blitzø both in tow and helping fizz move. the broken leg drags along behind him, still in a slightly extended state because it can't fully retract now that it's busted.
they get to the car, they should be hopping in, he can hear mammon's horrible booming laugh and that's the final straw.
he holds up a hand before he can be dragged into the vehicle, one finger pointed in a 'hang on' gesture.
then he leans over to the side and pukes from a mixture of pain, anxiety, guilt, and terror. he makes sure it's not getting on anything but the ground because he doesn't want to be even more of a bother. ]
Sorry. I'm good now.
[ yeah, as soon as he says it, he starts to list to the side, his grip on blitzø slackening because he's too woozy from the blood loss to reliably control the motors. ]
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He starts to protest as Fizz stops them right at the fucking car what the fuck, and glances back, half expecting to see Mammon charging for them. The Sin's still busy turning unfortunate other imps into paste and as Fizz finishes puking, Blitzø bundles them both into the car and drags the door shut.]
Let's get the fuck out of here!
[He'll owe Velvette later and is pretty sure she's not likely to forget it either, but right now he's ripping his coat off and shoving it against Fizz's bleeding wound.]
Where's a fucking hospital in this place?!
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[It's Velvette's parting shot, combined with a middle finger and mocking laughter, as she revs the car engine and peels out. If she's going to piss off a Sin, she's at least going to do it with sass. Once they're a safe enough distance from Mammon, she slows down a bit.]
No idea, never had to find one.
[She mulls on it for a moment. She's already helped this much, might as well make sure neither of them bleed out. Especially Fizzarolli. That's a lot of angelic blood.]
I'm taking you two to Neo-V Tower. I know how to stitch wounds.
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he does try to think over the hospital question though, and manages to rasp out: ]
I o-only know where one is in Heaven.
[ he's passed it by a couple of times but never needed it.
but velvette says she's taking them to the tower and he's too tired to come up with any arguments, instead tucking underneath blitzø's chin as close as he can, which flattens his hat where horns are supposed to be against his head. ]
Whatever gets me cleaned up before Oz sees me like this.
[ what a strange priority to have. ]
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[His own wound can wait, it's nowhere near as severe as Fizz's. Despite how the other imp flinches, Blitzø doesn't let up on the pressure, well aware from years of fieldwork how hard he has to press to try and staunch bleeding, especially on as serious a wound as what Fizz has.]
Come on, Fizz. Don't go passing out on me or, or... You can't fucking die after you just told Mammon to go fuck himself like that. We haven't had the chance to make fun of how fucking stupid his face looked or anything. And I'm not gonna lose you again after we just got shit back together!
[He has no idea what the hell landmark they're aiming for and just shoots Velvette a desperate look.]
Can't this shitbox go any faster??